“She was already dead when I found her. Drained dry.” He sniffed loudly. “And when I looked at her, I stood there, waiting for the grief to land, to absolutely destroy me, and do you know what?” He threw back his head, closing his eyes and sighing loudly. “I didn’t feel… fucking… anything. It was always a game to her. I don’t know how she did it. If it was magic, or… or…” He shrugged helplessly. “It wasn’t real. It was a game, and now I feel as though I’ve woken up, and all the sacrifices I made were for nothing. How fucking stupid I was.”
